The Essence Of Who I Am

In the last days I came to the point that my last hope was that my name would at least be branded next to yours

I didn’t care if it was a shell in the ocean that I had thrown

Or in photo with our names written in the back and still a little charred

Or in a book i tirelessly dedicated to you

Or if it was in stone at a simple little graveyard

M.A.P

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